I have spent some time in Germany. A few of my relatives are like really, really into genealogy. My sister is Mormon (they take genealogy seriously, for, uh, reasons…) and my uncle worked on the software that eventually became ancestry.com. The earliest relative that we can trace back continuously was in Trier (not sure about spelling), in the 17th century. So that’s pretty cool and I wanted to roam around my ancestral homeland, lol.
I found German surprisingly easy to pick up. It felt like every day I went to bed in Germany, I had at least 50 new words that I didn’t know in the morning. I sort of wing it on the grammar, but I must have done okay, because there was a turning point where I could ask a question in German and get a response in German. It was the strangest thing, because when I got there I was able to do basic politeness and navigate train travel, but I would ask a question in German, and get a response in English. I was so proud of myself because I struggled with Italian, and French was just impossible for my brain.